I Became “Mom” to My Grandchildren When Their Mother Walked Away — Sixteen Years Later, She Returned

moments, but a flawed human being who’d made terrible choices and was trying to live with them.

“We’re all just doing our best,” I said. “And maybe that’s enough.”

After dinner, as we cleaned up and packed leftovers, Lily pulled me aside.

“Are you happy, Grandma?”

I thought about that question. Was I happy? I’d lost years of peaceful retirement. I’d raised continue reading …